Kya Name Novels & Stories

he replied walking out of the room. I looked up at the innocent looking maids and the bulky looking guards, it was clear he picked them himself, people who didn't have any connection to Calantha. "Hey," I said to them. I didn't know what to say or how to react. "What are your names?" I asked after careful consideration. "My name is Kiya ," the youngest of them said. "My name is Miya ," the other whispered, seemed like she was the shy "My name is isis," the last maid uttered, she sounded mature so I believed she was the oldest.

She came and sat beside her , not only sat she also introduced herself to Kavya. "Hi, my name is Ketalin Steven, you can also call me Katty. What is your name? Are you too waiting for your flight? Are you a student?"Steven, you can also call me Katty. What is your name? Are you too waiting for your flight? Are you a student?" Kavya stared at the girl who just came, only a few seconds passed but she had started introducing herself . "She can be my campaign in my loneliness," Kavya mumbled but the girl beside her happened to hear her.

“Because if he finds out, it won’t end well for either of us.” My smirk deepened. “Oh, you misunderstand everything. Kael isn’t the one you should be worried about.” An unreadable expression crossed her face, clenching her jaw. “You do know his nickname, do you?” I continued, my voice dropping into a whisper as I stepped closer. “The Living Yama.” I lifted a finger and traced an imaginary line across my chest. “If he finds you here, what do you think he’ll do? Punish me? Or carve you into a million tiny pieces?”

“Of course not, K. You don't know this place.” "K?" I ask, looking at the doctor. "My name's Kael." The kid says sharply, his mum groans in annoyance. I smile at the boy as my mind tries in vain to recall where I heard that name from first. "It's beautiful and rare name." "Yeah," She says dismissively, returning her gaze to her son. "You're not going alone."

Kathryn sat in it, while the women perched elegantly on the edge of the desk. "I assume that you are Principal Kingsley?" Kathryn asked with a slight raise of her eyebrows. "Oh yes, do forgive me," the Principal said looking slightly embarrassed, " I have been remiss in my manners. Not only was I late but I did not even introduce myself properly. I am Giselle Kingsley, your principal. But I do hope that you will call me by my first name when we are alone, to be truthful being called by my surname makes me feel rather old."

She stood up from the couch, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. I hesitated for a moment before responding, "Hmm, yes." I wondered what she knew about us. "I'm Adrian Price," I said, extending my hand for a handshake. She grinned, her smile warm and friendly, and shook my hand. "I'm Kyra Israel," she replied. "Their private doctor. But you can call me Kisra, like the guys do." As I stood close to her, a flicker of recognition sparked within me. I was certain I'd heard her name before, but couldn't quite place it. It was as if I'd briefly met her before, but the memory remained just out of reach

he asked me. Stanley’s POV Since, my contact with Kate I have been trying to put two and two together, I discovered that her parents might not be as simple as everyone think. Moreover, from a psychological point of view I think she suffered from PTSD. “Her dad is a Syrian American and her mom is a Belgian. They died when she was eight years old. Her full name is Kate Zainab Omar.” Emma’s POV “Wow! I don’t even that much” I said with excitement. “Why does that name Zainab sounds so familiar?” I asked Stanley.

She smiled at me and paused in mixing the sweet sauce she was making. "Actually, Kent came up with the name for the restaurant." I nodded in response. "So, the 'K' in 'The K's' stands for Kent," I stated, as it seemed obvious. She shook her head, and that confused me. So, what does the 'K' really mean? "The 'K' stands for your name," she said, and I was like, 'huh?'

Kyria squeals as she practically bounces in her spot and grabs my hands making me look at her as she says excitedly, “When? Why are you only telling me now? What’s her name? Did you shift? Is she a Cheetah?” I can’t help but giggle at her, my mood picking up just a little as I say, “Kyria… Kyria… KYRIA! Calm down.” I wait for her to stop bouncing on the spot and look at me. Then I take a deep breath and wait for the lecture. When it doesn’t come I say.

"You will not cry again and- "And what?" The present Kaleb chuckled. "Even before he loves cutting my words." "You need to tell me your name." little Kaleb said "That's easy. My name is Kian. You can call me Kay." 'Kay. Cute. But I want to call you mine- I mean, Yayan. Is it okay?" "Mn!" Kaleb smiled at his Yayan. He grabs the younger's hand and leads him towards the water. They play to their heart's content. But, it's time for Kian to go back.